Well, I certainly had fun! Of course I got drunk as well. Maybe, there's an connection! But no, I always enjoy myself at the fair. Just some years more then others. First off, I didn't have to pay to get in or parking. Christine from the florist gave me a ticket, and the florist lend me his parking pass. Yaa! Worked like a charm. Of course I also worn my work shirt there just in case, "look I'm here to relieve a co-worker. Come on, she's seven months pregnant, it's hot, let's get her out of here." Which is a total lie of course, the part of me being there to relieve her, (everything else is true tho). But, hey! I didn't have to do that.
Met up with the sister and Margaret at the sheep. . . oop, excuse me, THE MEAT BARN. Yes, that's disturbing, isn't it? They don't call the pig barn, the bacon and pork chop barn, now do they?
Checked out Margaret's lamb, then left her there, and me and the sister went to the Craft barn and looked it over. I dragged the sister through the plate setting contest. It's amazing to me, that after all these years of having this contest, that people still don't know the candles are suppose to be pre-lit! You get dinged for that. We then looked at the cases. These combine the rock hounds and people's collections of just about anything. Star war figurine's! Matchbox cars! My Little Pony! Thread holders from the 18Th and 19Th centuries! Depression era pressed glass! Key tags! And most interesting of all, a display on bound feet, complete with a horrifying picture. We really lingered on that one.. Jackie had just read a article about it, and that the mother's had to be firm with their daughters and not let them unbind their feet, no matter the pain. Otherwise they would never get married. I remembered going to the Tropico Gold Mine as a child and seeing the shoes of the Chinese woman cook. They were no longer then three inches! After I found out about bound feet, I made the connection. Spent time (as a child) visualizing her on a stool cooking, because I couldn't imagine the pain of having to stand on them all day while working!
And then we got a beer, (Samuel Adams, $7.00!!!) and people-watched. But soon, we didn't watch alone. These two guys dressed as cowboys from the waist up and from the waist down as horse came up to us. So in effect, they looked liked they were ridding little itty bitty horses. They were cute and one sat down with us, and flirted. Of course he flirted with every women that walked by. We roared with laughter.
Then we visited the barns. Saw Mister Piggy. Oh, he's so personable, it kills me that he's going to be dead in less then two weeks. Margaret took him out for exercise and he pooped his brains out. She had trouble getting him back into the pen. A man had to help her. Jackie said this bodes ill for the showmanship part of the auction.
Then we went and saw Christine. She's running the florist booth that's the cheer leaders and local community queens are getting the roses from. They walk around the fair selling them for like $5 each. Then we parted and went home.
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